The gory details, stretched from the neck, dislocated from the body, it’s going to be a party. The Children are dressed up, the Sunday Best, three men are going to the gallows, the local football stadium is the scene, TV cameras from around the world, this is Afghanistan, this is Kabul. The BBC correspondent, looks ashen faced, this is going to happen in the next five minutes, one of the condemned is shaking and crying, meanwhile the camera pans the crowd, it’s looking for a isolated little child, it will make the biggest impact, after all, there will be many in the west watching, it’s not time to be reasonable, after all, they are going to hang some living souls, right there before your eyes, we have to defend ourselves.
In Washington, they are debating the first attack of a nuclear kind, the day the world changed, a city obliterated, without hardly a word, over 100,000 dead in seconds, camera switches to Kabul, many have never seen a real hanging, this is the wild west.
Fifty million die during the second world war, the lesson learned, be prepared for war, the war industry thrives, cluster bomb, this bomb that bomb, patriotic or what, so long as they don’t land on us. Meanwhile over Syria, a Mig pilot prepares to press the button, he is given the all clear, there will be collateral damage, but that’s war, whoosh.
Solomon wondered, will they ever say it honestly, just once, amen.